Fiona and I had been together for several years. We lived a contented life together as owner and slave. She'd learned my likes and dislikes and she'd become used to my many demands, often anticipating them. We'd explored many kinks and fetishes and had done them so often that we no longer thought of them as being kinky; they'd simply become a part of our dai...
So my story begins when I was exploring an old antique shop on the west coast. It was one of those disorganized and dirty older shops. With the dust thick in places and cobwebs clinging to everything out of reach. Had mostly seen the usual junk when an old trunk caught my eye. After haggling with the old shop owner I was able to get him down to 50 and he jus...
First impressions whether they be online or in person are not always accurate. I had posted online a thoroughly debauched tale of fisting and stretching – one of many. It is always good to get feedback and I often get asked if the stories are real or 100% fiction. The answer is a mix of the two. One of the stories elicited a response along those lines from a...
When Richard had left, I knew that I was now having to tend to my wife. Not that that was anything new for me, but now I was ordered to do so by my boss. In fact, I was still a bit confused. That had all happened so quickly. I mean, the day before I had been a devoted husband, with a woman who loved me and was all happy with my dick. Now, she was sprawled ou...
CHAPTER 1 The Emerson's only child Emily, who hated the alliteration of her name whereas her parents at the time had thought it was so cute, only years later to be told by their dissatisfied daughter, still a child, they'd been stupid doing that to her. Oh dear, what a nasty child. Emily Emerson kept tensions high and the house in disarray from early in...
If you haven't already, be sure to check out the previous 3 parts starting at chapter 00! Also if you like what you read check out Lordodie's series that started it all! ***** Part 3: The Clinic Ashley and I took a seat in the waiting room of our local anal health clinic. I had received the necessary papers to fill out from the pretty receptionist seated...
It was very late and everyone had gone to bed. It was raining outside, and Alison could hear the wind howling around the ill fitting windows. Alison had slipped a tampon inside her, to retain as much of John's sperm as possible. She was lying on her back, staring at the canopy of her four-poster bed as it moved slightly in the draft. She was thinking ab...
We'd been going at it for more than a year, me, Peggy, and her boyfriend Tim. It started off one night when I was dateless and went with the two of them to a party at one of the college dorms. Peggy had been my roommate when I was a freshman, but even after she joined a sorority and I stayed in the dorms, we kept on being good friends. And another thing is,...
Fisting a woman had been a long term fantasy of mine. I met a woman that liked to give and receive. Even better. I like being fisted too. She was in her early thirties, mixed race with 34C boobs. Couple of decorative tattoos, one at the base of her spine, the other on her right shoulder, complementing her brown skin. Long, black hair tumbling over her shoul...
Gorgeously melodious and sublimely relaxing, Bach's violin concertos flowed through the loft's high-tech speakers. Fully engaged in the meal she was preparing, Janeda slid the casserole dish into the stove, then set the timer for forty-five minutes. No sooner had she closed the oven, did a strong and manly arm envelop her waist. Recognizing her husband's sce...